Johnathon Safran Foer
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An Old Wise Donkey
One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
(Source: wordsandlyrics)
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My journal reminds me who I am when I forget. When I’m pensive, I either write or read, and regardless of which path I choose, I am eventually comforted.
Tonight I found myself reading entries from last year and finding comfort in some thoughts from my past:
“But today, in some sort of context, he said that he wanted to protect me and would hurt anyone that tried to hurt me … it just made me miss that feeling of caring and protection so strongly that it hurts to think about.”
“I am loving the journey, but I worry that I need to know my destination a little better.”
“Is it better to be confused because that means you have options? It’s not like I’d rather be on some straight track somewhere without any new experiences”
“How do you balance those two things: confidence and the ability to listen to those around you?”
“I followed my heart. I followed journalism knowing four years ago that one day I might not be able to find a job and regret it. Did I realize how quickly the industry would change and how much the economy would screw over my profession? No, but I had at least an idea.”
“Where does that leave this long and pensive entry? With the conclusion that I might be terrified by the unknown of the coming year, but during those rare moments when I’m thinking clearly, I hope and have faith that I will make myself happy somehow.”